Tracey laughed at my yawn again and nodded. “I will. See you tomorrow, Emma.”
I watched her leave and another yawn escaped me. Wondering why I was so tired, I looked down at my still flat stomach. “Are you guys making me tired?” I murmured to myself.
A throat clearing made me look up, startled that someone may have heard that. I wasn’t prepared to tell the world I was pregnant. I’d sort of like to get through the wedding part first…and I was still a little reluctant to bring that up too. Not that I was embarrassed, no way, but we were getting married fast, and I was only too aware that super fast weddings usually meant one thing, and I was fairly certain that if anyone asked me directly if I were pregnant, I’d blush and giggle and squeal like an imbecile.
Clarice narrowed her eyes at me and shook her head. “You didn’t get as much done as I’d hoped…but you did a good job with what you managed to finish, I suppose. Don’t be late tomorrow.” With that, she waddled down the hall to the exit.
I couldn’t help but smile, both that she hadn’t heard me talking to the embryos in my belly and that she’d just given me a compliment. True, it was very backhanded, but that’s what you got with Clarice – a tiny drop of honey with a huge dollop of vinegar. To keep working here, and remain sane, you learned to grasp that sweetness wherever you found it.
Still smiling at the rare words of approval, I drove myself directly to Teren’s place. His car was in his half circle drive when I got there, and I’d no sooner shut off my car than he was standing at my door, opening it for me. I smiled at his super senses and his super sweetness, and let him pull me into a huge hug. I sighed as his arms wrapped around me, glad that our first days back had gone well, and considering that he hadn’t been staked at work, I’d say they went very well.
We pulled apart from each other and I let my eyes travel down his well dressed body. It had been awhile since I’d seen him in anything but worn jeans and boots, and while he looked amazing in those clothes, I’d almost forgotten how nicely he cleaned up. His khaki slacks and crisp, light blue dress shirt were distractingly tight on him. He was…yummy.
I bit my lip as I looked over the man who would eternally look…yummy. His hand came up to my cheek as my gaze traveled farther down his body. “You okay?” he whispered. That brought my attention back to his face and I looked up to see him frowning at me, concern in the blue depths. “You look exhausted,” he added.
I sighed and smiled, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “Yeah, I guess I am.” My fingers resting along his neck started threading through the short layers of hair in the back. He smiled as he gazed down at me. “I’ve been on vacation for too long, there was just a lot to take care of today.”
He cocked his head at me and then swiftly swept me into his arms. I squeaked in surprise and then giggled and hugged him tighter. “Well, let me take care of you now then.”
I settled my head into the crook of his neck and sighed contently. “Okay…”
He chuckled and walked with me to his impressive home, not as impressive as his parents’ spread, but still, for highly sought after San Francisco real estate, it was a nice place. He effortlessly walked me up to the wrought iron and wood front door of his two-story home and held me with one arm, while opening the door with the other. I laughed that he hadn’t had to adjust me at all while he did that. Being around his strength, made me sort of feel like I was weightless, and that was a very good thing for a soon-to-be-mammoth girl to feel.
He kicked the door closed behind us and walked me to the most comfortable couch in the world. He laid me down on the massive, white leather behemoth and wrapped me in a blanket, after kissing my forehead and removing my shoes. I smiled at his sweetness and grabbed his arm as he started to move away. The chill of his skin crept up my fingers, but the thrill of touching him made that chill feel warm as it traveled up my arm.
He smiled as he looked down on me all snuggled on his couch. “I’m just going to make you something to eat,” he said softly.
I nodded and tilted my head up and he obligatorily leaned in to kiss me. “What about you,” I muttered as his lips pulled away.
“I was hungry after work, so I already ate,” he said as he straightened.
I cocked my head, wondering what he’d had for dinner. His family generally seemed to only eat a few pints once a day, but Teren was still pretty new, and needed to eat a couple times throughout the day. It wouldn’t hurt him or anything if he didn’t, he just got…grumpy, and tired. At the ranch, that wasn’t a big deal, there was lots of food, but here? He smiled at my silent concern. “Mom sent me home with a care package. I’m good for awhile.”
I smiled and shook my head, realising that, of course, his mother would take care of him. Actually, it wouldn’t surprise me if she came by weekly with a stash for him. She was just a caretaker like that. I instantly stopped worrying about what he’d find to eat. His family would never let him starve. I sighed happily and relaxed back into the couch, closing my eyes and letting that feeling of exhaustion sweep over me.
I was awoken from a particularly steamy dream awhile later, by the smell of pasta directly under my nose. I cracked open my eyes and smiled widely at a plate of something rich, creamy and incredibly fattening piled high in front of my face. Teren gave me a half-smile as he watched me come alive again.
“I was wondering if I should wake you, or join you.” His half-grin turned a little devilish. “That sounded like a good dream.”
I blushed and took the plate from him, straightening on his couch. Immediately plowing into the food as my stomach rumbled, I smiled around the fork in my mouth. “It was…maybe I’ll show you later.”
His eyes widened at that and he chuckled before taking a sip from a goblet in his hands. I watched him drink a few sips of what looked like really deep, red wine. I knew it wasn’t though, especially with how his teeth had dropped down. He leaned back on the couch, watching me eat as well. I sighed and brought my shoeless feet into his lap. He grinned and rubbed them while sipping his blood.
I pointed to his glass with my fork. “You saved some?”
He shrugged and pointed with his glass to my plate. “I told you once before that we’d still eat together. I meant it.” He smiled sweetly and took another small sip.
I shook my head at his cuteness and continued shoveling food into my mouth, conscious of the fact that I wasn’t nearly as cute. I didn’t care though – I was starving. Before I knew it, the pasta was gone and I was considering licking the sauce from the plate; Teren could cook, even dead he was amazing.
He laughed as he gauged the expression on my face. “I’m glad you liked it.” His brows drew together as he took my empty plate from me. “I only hope you can keep it down.” He said that with concern in his voice and I grinned at hearing it.
I put a hand on my stomach and smiled. “Yes, I think they’re very happy with Daddy.” He gave me a breathtaking grin and leaned down to kiss me for a moment. As he pulled away, I was suddenly equally happy with him, but in a very different way.
He cocked his head, taking in my body language, and lightly shook his head as he straightened. “I’m gonna clean up.” He pointed at me with his empty glass. “You…rest.” He grinned and turned, making his way through the arch in his living room that led to a kitchen most women would die for.
I sat on that couch, snuggled in my blanket, for as long as my body would allow, but he was right when he’d said my dream had been a good one. And he was really right when he’d offered to join me. With my stomach full and content, and my body feeling awake and carefree, I decided I’d rested enough and I wanted to be a little more…active.
I got up stealthily and crept into the kitchen, hoping to catch him by surprise. Although that was pretty improbable, he didn’t react to my entrance and continued absentmindedly rinsing some dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Thinking I’d actually done it, I tiptoed across the tile floor and was just preparing to throw my arms around his waist, when he spoke.
“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” His lips twisted into an amused smile at my attempt to sneak up on him and I sighed irritably and casually slung my arms around his waist, my element of surprise gone. Darn super ears.
“You’re no fun,” I muttered into the back of his shirt and felt him laugh softly.
Suddenly, he twisted in my arms and wrapped his around my waist. “I’m plenty fun.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re just noisy.”
I smirked at that, but then his lips lowered to mine and I remembered what I’d come in here for in the first place. Groaning a little, I leaned into his embrace and deepened our kiss. His hands around my waist tightened as mine snuck up to run through his hair. He angled his mouth, sweeping more of that marvelous tongue along mine and another groan left me, as my body started to heat.
His hands reached down to cup my backside and a low rumble sounded in his chest. Loving what that noise did to my already aroused body, I pressed my hips flush to his, finding him equally aroused by me. Our lips never stopping, my hands slid down to his shirt, casually popping open the buttons. When I had the last one free, I slid the fabric over his cool shoulders. His hands came up to help me, his fingers pulling the shirt free from his slacks.
We pulled apart and I took the opportunity to take in the muscled perfection of his chest. My fingertips lightly traced across the tan skin and while nothing physically happened, by the quick intake of breath, I was sure he’d have goose bumps if his skin were normal.
As his lips lowered to my neck, his hands pulled off my jacket. I sighed at his caress and tilted my head, giving him all the access he needed to explore the surging vein he loved so much. He growled again as his tongue flicked over the surface, stoking the already nearly unbearable ache building in me.
My hands ran up his back as his ran over my lacy camisole, feeling my breasts through that seductive fabric. Suddenly, he pushed me back into the island counter behind me. I gasped as the hardness of him roughly pressed up against me, trapping me against the hardness behind. I brought my leg up his thigh, wanting him inside of me already. He pulled back to look at me, passion clouding the perfect paleness of his eyes. He took a split second to tear off my shirt and then a slow smile lit his lips as he stared unabashedly at the black, lacy bra I was wearing.
Watching his eyes drink me in, I calmly reached around and unclasped the bra, letting it spring free and drop to the floor. His smile dropped and his face looked a little wondrous. I smiled at his reaction, even after all this time, and urged his face down to me, to feel what was his. He went freely, his lips closing over a nipple and gently sucking. My leg clasped him tighter as his name fell off my tongue. My hand in his hair tightened as he switched sides, his hand pulling my hips firmly into him. I swear he was even harder, as hard as the granite counter pressing against my ass.
Oh hell…
As I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, I was vaguely aware of him lifting me up and my legs automatically encircling his waist. Then I felt air rapidly rushing past me. By the time I opened my eyes, we were in his bedroom, and he was pulling back his covers and lying me down on his silky sheets. A slight shiver went through me as the cool fabric hit my back, while his cool skin rested on my stomach. I ignored being enveloped by the chill and pulled him tighter to me, eagerly finding his mouth again.
His hands worked at my pants, undoing and removing them in a matter of seconds. Mine worked on his more clumsily. He pulled away from my body for a fraction of a second and when he returned, I could feel the cool, naked length of him pressed against the warm length of me. Desire and a surging anticipatory energy shot through me at what I knew was coming. My breath came faster, my lips on his more insistent, as my fingers tugged at the last barrier between us, the tiny scrap around my hips that was passing for underwear.
He looked down my body and groaned, his fingers joining mine as he tugged the material off. In our eagerness, the delicate fabric ripped and I cringed at the slightly painful sensation, and then groaned at the hotness of him destroying my underwear. He chuckled and tossed the ruined pieces aside. “Sorry,” he muttered, before his lips lowered back to my breast.
I was about to say ‘don’t worry about it’, when a couple long fingers slid between my thighs. I lost the ability for coherent speech after that. Making vague erotic noises, I closed my eyes and reveled in that wonderfully chilly touch. He eventually warmed to my considerably hotter temperature and those talented fingers began working into a rhythm inside me that was quickly going to bring me to climax. Just as I was panting and clutching at his shoulders, he removed them.
I gasped and sought his lips, needing him now more than ever. He kissed me ferociously, his cool erection digging into my hip. His lips separated from mine and ran down my shoulder. He glanced up at me, an almost feral passion in his eyes, and then he dragged his tongue over the healing wounds in my shoulder. He closed his eyes and shuddered, his teeth dropping to sharp fangs as he remembered drinking from me.
I bit my lip and squirmed as I watched him, wanting him to bite again, but knowing he wouldn’t, not so soon after feeding on me. He opened his eyes, his teeth automatically retracting as he did. I grabbed his cheek. “No, leave them out.” He cocked his head at me and in a low, breathy voice I added, “It’s…hot.”
He dropped his mouth open, his fangs following and he crashed his lips back to mine, careful to not hurt me with his sharp canines. I was less careful and nearly attacked him with my need. Then he blurringly fast flipped us over, so I was straddling him. With his superhuman strength, he deadweight lifted my hips and lowered me directly onto him. An animalistic growl escaped him and a loud moan escaped me.
I still wasn’t used to the coolness of him filling me. It was such a shockingly erotic experience, that every time it brought me right to the edge of having an orgasm – and on occasion, it did. His body eventually would acclimate to mine, but that first thrust was something so incredible, it shocked me every time. Sometimes I wished his body wouldn’t warm with mine. The hot/cold sensation was that remarkable.
He sat up with me as I straddled him, my knees along his hips. He laid his head against my chest as I rocked against him, slow at first and then with a growing urgency. As his body warmed along the outside of me, my body heated to near inferno levels from the inside. His strong hands eventually came down to grasp my hips, pulling me onto his body even farther. He filled me so deeply that I almost couldn’t take it. My release came hard and fast, and I clenched around him, inside and outside. The cry escaping my mouth hardly did the explosion within me justice.
Just as I hit the very peak of it, when I was sure I actually would explode, his body stiffened under me and he let out a long, low groan. His head rocked back and forth along my chest as he came inside of me. He was so deep, I couldn’t feel it, but I knew he was doing it and I clutched him tighter and kissed his cheek, whispering how much I loved him as I came down off my high.
After my gently rocking hips slowed, we slumped against each other, almost holding the other up. Then he exhaled and lifted his head to look at me, his earlier passion replaced by a calm, deep love, his fangs still extended, either for my benefit, or simply forgotten about at this point. “I love you,” he whispered, before kissing me softly.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
He gently pulled me off of him and rolled me to my back. I settled down into his silky sheets and held my arms open for him. He smiled, his fangs retracting, and gently laid his torso on top of me, his legs twining with mine. I cradled his head and pulled him down to my chest. He exhaled a cool breath, making my skin pebble, and nestled his head between my breasts. With an almost contented, purring noise, he wrapped his arms under me, holding me tight.
Just when I felt my heart shifting back to normal, my breath following and sleep beckoning, he popped up on his hands, crouched low over my body. I startled at his sudden movement and furrowed my brow, puzzled. Teren wasn’t looking at me though; his head was tilted to the side and he was staring past me, listening. Just as I was going to ask him what was wrong, his eyes shifted focus and stared at mine.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered.
I scrunched my brow almost comically. Aside from my own breath, I heard nothing. “What?” Abruptly he sat up straight, and I shivered as his warm-compared-to-the-air body was ripped away from me. “Teren?”
His head shifted to stare at the door and then back to me. With an intensely serious face he whispered, “Stay here,” and then he blurred from the room, grabbing his pants as he streaked away.
I sat up, pulling the sheets around my body, irritated at my post-coital bliss being snatched away from me, and worried about what could have riled him up. “Damn it,” I muttered, to no one in particular.
To Be Continued on Next Chapter…..
THE PLEASURE MOMENTS
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CHAPTER 3
The sun had set outside, but a nearby street lamp cast a reddish light through Teren’s open windows, bathing everything in his room with an almost fire lit glow. I stood, biting my lip and wondering if I really should stay where he told me to, or if I should investigate as well. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the mysterious sound like Teren could, but I was pretty handy in bad situations, if that’s what this was.
A knot tightened in my stomach and I started to worry about him. Sure, he was stronger now than before his conversion, and he was much harder to kill, since he could now do the super-healy thing that I’d been so eager to see when we was alive, but he wasn’t invincible. And we knew with certainty that there were whack jobs out there who wanted him removed from this world, just because of what he was. Some people couldn’t look past the prejudices.
Shivering and rubbing my bare arms, I walked over to his closet and pulled down one of his dress shirts. It was long on me, completely covering my backside and hitting my legs mid-thigh, and cut the slight coldness in the air considerably. I glanced around his closet (that I’d soon be taking over) and looked for anything weapon-like. All I saw were clothes; Teren really didn’t have much in the way of self defense.
I tiptoed back to the bedroom, not sure why I was being quiet, but feeling the need to be that way anyway. The red-orange light of the lamp outside flashed on various hard objects around the room - the TV remote, a particularly thick book he was reading on his nightstand, his laptop sitting on a chair tucked under his window. I didn’t see anything great, but if we were going down tonight, we going down swinging. I settled on an umbrella propped up by his bathroom door and grabbed it. With a hand on my stomach, I decided that I‘d do what my vampire fiancé had requested of me, and stay put, for the children’s sake. I backed into the bathroom, wanting an easier to defend spot and crouched low, holding my cheap umbrella like it was a sturdy baseball bat.
I don’t know how long I waited, but it felt like an eternity. Teren could search every nook and cranny of this house in a matter of minutes, so the longer I waited, the longer I was positive something horrible had happened to him. As time ticked ominously by and my legs started protesting the rigid posture I was keeping them in, tears started stinging my eyes. It couldn’t end like this. I couldn’t have just made love to him and then lost him, all in a matter of moments. He was supposed to be mine forever. That was the deal. We were fated. We were destined to a long life of love, happiness, children and grandchildren. That was what getting through his hard changeover meant for us – that we were free to love each other peacefully, for the rest of my life. Not for him to be whisked away from me forever because he “heard something”.
I felt the tears brimming as my overactive imagination started playing out the different scenarios where some intruder had gotten the best of him. In my head, I watched him die a hundred times over. I felt the tears travel down my cheeks as I listened for any sounds that he was okay.
Just as my arms were starting to shake from the tension I was maintaining in them, the bathroom door started to swing open. Panic and fear made me cock back my makeshift weapon and I swung it around as soon as the figure walked into my sanctuary. In my self-riled turmoil, I didn’t even register who I was swinging at until he reached up and calmly grabbed the stupidly fragile umbrella. It bent a little as he yanked it out of my hands.
“What are you doing, Emma?”
Teren was standing right in front of me, half-dressed and tilting his head at me, like he thought I’d possibly gone mental in his absence. As I felt a sob rise in my throat, I started to believe that maybe I had gone mental. I brought my hands to my face, relief mixing with the icy edge of fear still lingering in my system. His eyes widened at seeing me on the verge of breaking down and he instantly had me in his arms, swooping me up to cradle me like a child.
“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeated it over and over while he walked me back to his bed. A hand continuously stroked down my back while he placed dozens of kisses along my forehead. I held back the stupid tears, but they were coming regardless. He laid me down and got in next to me. I embarrassingly cinched him tight when he moved to cover me with his blankets. Once I was safe and cocooned in his bed, my arms firmly around him, his hands came up to my cheeks. Sweeping his thumbs over them, trying to dry my concerned tears, his face took on a look of confused compassion. “Emma?” he whispered.
Between hiccups and stuttered breaths, I managed to get out, “I thought…something…happened…to you.”
Understanding, he swept me into a tight embrace, his hands rubbing over my back again. “Oh god, I’m sorry, Emma. “ He pulled back, searching my eyes. “I’m fine, baby. Okay?”
I nodded, willing my body to calm down. Before I could protest or stop him, he blindingly fast hopped out of bed and securely closed his heavy curtains. The room blackened as he held me in his arms again. He kept his eyes open, staring deep into mine, and the phosphorescent glow on the whites of his eyes became brighter as the room slowly became darker. That was another vampire effect – the glowing eyes. It was only apparent if they were somewhere really dark, say hunting their prey late at night, and had an almost hypnotic-like calming effect, to relax that prey into submission, as if they needed the extra help getting humans to submit to their power.
It did have a calming influence though and my mind started blanking as that light absorbed me into his peace. I felt my heart even and my breath slow to the low and long ones people take while they’re sleeping. I was so relaxed, that if he had told me to close my eyes and go to sleep, I probably would have. But he didn’t try any hypnotic parlor tricks on me - he knew better than that. Instead he twisted to turn on the lamp on his nightstand.
“Better?” he asked, as I blinked in the sudden brightness.
Taking in his back to normal blue eyes, I nodded. “Yes, sorry I freaked out.”
He shook his head and kissed my nose. “I’m sorry I worried you. I just thought I heard…” His voice drifted off and he bit his lip. After a second he shook his head and sighed softly. “I must have been hearing things though.” He shrugged. “I searched everywhere, inside and outside, but I couldn’t find anything…out of place.” He shrugged again and held me close, cradling my head to his chest. “I’m so sorry I worried you, Emma.”
I nodded against his skin, amazed at how quickly I’d imagined the worst. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Teren. I guess I’m still a little…frazzled…by what happened to us.” I said that last part barely above a whisper, hating to even talk about it.
He pulled away from me, resting his forehead against mine. “I would never…let anyone harm you, Emma. You or the kids. Ever.” He practically growled that and I relaxed as the strength in his voice gave me confidence. He wouldn’t, and things were different now. He was different - stronger, and any hunter we encountered here on out, would have their hands full with Teren Adams.
I leaned up and gave him a soft kiss. “I know, baby. I feel safe with you.” I whispered, as I laid my head back down on his chest.
“And you are safe with me,” he whispered as I closed my eyes.
My earlier exhaustion crept up on me and, adding it to my emotionally draining last few moments, I was half-asleep when I responded with, “I know…”
Then I was fully asleep.
The next morning had me awaking with the scratchy stubble of Teren’s jaw rubbing against my neck as he kissed me. He whispered that he had to go to work, but I could stay and sleep in a little if I wanted, since he’d run to my house and picked up some stuff for me…including another pair of underwear. I chuckled, thinking about last night and considering the fact that when he said “run”, he probably meant that literally. With a swift kiss, we parted ways for the day. Teren worked an hour before me and was a much nicer alarm clock than I’d had yesterday. I smiled as I stretched out on his luxurious bed and considered what waking up like this every day would be like.
After awhile, I got up and walked to the bathroom, still dressed in Teren’s shirt. Flashes of freaking out in this bathroom came to me and I tried to push it back to the farthest part of my brain. As strong as I tried to be, what had happened to us had been traumatic and the side effects still showed themselves sometimes. I knew I wasn’t alone either. As strong as Teren tried to be, when he said things like he had last night, the conviction in his voice betrayed his true fear. He was worried that he would let me down, that he wouldn’t be able to stop someone from hurting me again. In a way, I suppose he felt like he’d let me down before. I didn’t feel that way. There’s no way either one of us could have been prepared for what that maniac had put us through.
I dressed for my day, smiling at the rose Teren had placed upon my stack of fresh clothes, and shaking my head at the tiny scraps of fabric he’d picked out for my undergarments. Still shaking my head, I put on the red thong with its matching demi-bra and garter belts (that’s right, he picked out garter belts) and covered up all the sexiness with a relatively chaste looking long gray skirt and fitted black blouse. Fixing my hair and makeup, I was on the road, snacking on a bagel, in no time.
My day at work was as exhausting as my first day back, with Tracey asking more questions about life on a ranch, which, I gave her pretty honest answers about, since the day to day activities there really had nothing supernatural about them. As we conversed throughout the day, I considered telling her about the wedding. I imagined how excited she’d be, and how much of a help she’d be in the whole planning process. Of course, she’d be a bridesmaid and of course, she’d have an opinion on the dress. I held off though, wanting to tell my family first, and since tonight was our weekly dinner, I’d have the perfect opportunity to tell them.
I spent the rest of my shift daydreaming about dresses and flowers and Teren’s magnificent body all decked out in a tux. Before I knew it, Clarice was grunting some sort of a goodbye, murmuring that she wished I’d get caught up already, and Tracey was calling out goodnight and telling me to say hi to my sister for her.
I called my sister before I left, making sure tonight was still on and letting her know that Teren would be late. She knew the real reason why he wouldn’t be joining us for a meal, she knew exactly what Teren was, but she also lived with our mother and could let Mom know for me, thus sparing me a direct lie. As I pulled into the café a short while later, I called Teren, letting him know I was here and meeting with everyone, and telling him I wished he was here too.
He shared my sentiment and told me he’d wait an hour or so and then join us. I sighed as I hung up the phone with him and cracked open my car door. It wasn’t that I couldn’t handle being without him for an evening or anything, I just liked having him around, and wished he could partake in things that normal guys could, like dinners with the in-laws.
The hostess greeted me by name, told me she was glad I was back, and then actually gave me a brief hug. My family had been coming here for awhile and everyone knew us. I smiled that my absence over the past few weeks had been noticed, and I’d been missed.
I’d beaten my mom and sister to the café, so she ushered me back to our usual table and set me up with a glass of water while I waited. I sighed and took a long drink of my water, suddenly feeling parched. My eyes aching, I leaned my head back on the cushion of the bench seat and listened to the soothing jazz playing softly in the background.
I felt the cushion beside me compress and opened my eyes as I turned my head. “Rise and shine, sleepy.” A horrifically scarred face smiled warmly at me and an ache went through me at how long I’d gone without seeing that face.
“Hey, Ash.” I exclaimed as I hugged her eagerly.
My arms wrapped around her body and I noticed, but immediately ignored, the hard sections of her skin where the scarring on her face was continued. She had a lot of scarring, most of her body really. She’d barely managed to survive a horrid fire as a child, a fire that our father hadn’t survived. The effects of that were lasting ones, even after dozens of surgeries, but her physical appearance was only that – physical. It did nothing to dampen her spirit or dissuade her of her dream of being a nurse in the burn unit, to help others go through what she’d painfully gone through. She was in her second year of school and nothing would keep her from that goal - not the stares, not the whispers, and not the lack of a love life. But, as she pulled apart from me and I saw the glow in her eyes, the same warm brown as mine, I couldn’t help but see what Teren had very correctly informed me of once – she was happy. Despite all that life had thrown at her, she was happy.
“I missed you,” I said softly, as I ran a hand down the side of her head that could still grow hair. That hair matched my color too. I couldn’t help but think that we’d be near twins if her scars were gone.
She snuggled into my side. “I missed you too.”
A plump, happy looking woman took the seat opposite us and beamed at her daughters. I beamed right back at her, missing her just as much as I’d missed my sister. Phone calls were great and all, but it wasn’t the same as being in the same room with someone, and I was used to seeing these two at least weekly, if not more. I reached out and grabbed her hand, thinking that her graying hair had gone a little grayer in my absence.
“We missed you, honey. How was the ranch?” Her eyes lit up at the romantic notion she probably had of life on a working ranch. I thought about the time I’d scraped off dead skin from between a cow’s toes, but decided to not burst her idyllic picture.
“It was great Mom, and Teren’s dad is doing so much better.”
She leaned back and grinned at me, pride clear on her face as she thought about her daughter stoically helping out an ill man and his young wife. I felt a little guilty that my mom had to be told the cover story, but she didn’t know the truth and couldn’t know it. Unlike my sister, she wouldn’t handle the fact of me with a vampire very well. She was a mom, and she’d always be a mom, and I didn’t want her hair going even grayer over constantly worrying over my safety. And even though, I could now agree that her fears were justified ones, letting her in on the secret would only hurt her. In this case, the lie was better, so I slapped a grin on my face and committed myself to telling it.
We talked about the aspects I could talk about, while our usual waitress, Debby, came up and joined our conversation. Everyone laughed and enjoyed my stories. A general “aah” went over the crowd as I reminisced about Teren helping a cow deliver her calf. Tears may have sprung up as I thought back to that night a couple weeks ago. Not over him birthing cattle, although that had been awfully sweet…gross, but sweet. No, my tears were over the tiny growing babies in my belly, and the thought of Teren helping to birth them. At least he’d have experience.
As Debby left with our food orders – and I’d shockingly ordered something other than my standard Panini, which had caused a moment of stunned silence to go around our group, the conversation drifted back to Teren. As my mom asked what had held him up at work, I gave her a vague response of “a deadline”. Since he worked for a magazine, that excuse came in awful handy, even though I don’t think Teren had ever been under the gun for a deadline in his life. He was…fast.
We all dug into our food when it arrived moments later. My stomach rumbled at the heaping plate of pasta before me and then it churned for just a second. I inhaled slowly through my nose, staring at a circular stain in the table to distract myself. I could not throw up here; that would certainly raise some questions. And as Ashley was seated on the edge of the bench and her scarred body wouldn’t be able to scoot out of the way quick enough, if I was going to vomit, I was going to do it right here at the table. I closed my eyes at that thought and begged my body to return to normal.
“Are you alright, Emma?” My mother asked from across the table.
I made myself open my eyes and look at her confidently. I was sure I was paler, but I hoped my smile was distracting enough that she wouldn’t notice. “Of course, Mom.” I also made myself pick up my fork and dig into the food, even though my stomach was warning me not to. Praying I wasn’t making a tactical error, I swallowed a huge mouthful.
Mom nodded and went back to her omelet, continuing on with a story about her friend’s daughter running off with a married man. I listened to her story, concentrating on the sounds of the words, and eventually my stomach stopped protesting. Then, as if something had switched inside me, my stomach became ravenous and I inhaled my food noisily. Mom and Ash both cocked an eyebrow at me and blushing slightly, I murmured, “I missed lunch.”
Moments later our plates were taken away and we relaxed with cups of coffee. Well, two cups of coffee. Having given up coffee treats when I’d been trying to get pregnant, I was now more partial to hot chocolate. Sipping our beverages and chatting about Ashley’s school load, we were distracted by a squeal down the aisle. We all turned to look and my mouth fell open as my heart shifted into overdrive.
Teren had just shown up and Debby was thrilled to see him. Personally, I think she was always a little too thrilled to see him, especially considering that she was married, but what had me full on alarmed was the fact that she had thrown her arms around him like she hadn’t seen him in ten years. All I could think was – ‘she’s touching him…she’ll know.’
Feeling panicked and on edge, I started to stand at the table. My stomach rose right into my throat when after squealing how great it was to see him, she proclaimed, “Boy, but you’re cold.”
I unconsciously tried to squeak past my sister in an attempt to free him from Debby’s grasp. In my nerve-heightened state, I didn’t even realise I was squishing her, I was only aware of something getting in-between him and me.
“Emma, ow.” I heard Ashley’s voice say that, but my gaze was locked on Teren.
My mother’s firm voice broke through my panic. “Oh, Emma, sit down. You know Debby’s a flirt, but Teren wouldn’t do anything with her…see.”
I glanced down at Mom staring over her shoulder at Teren and Debby. My gaze drifted back up to Teren and our overeager waitress, and I could see what Mom meant. Teren had successfully separated himself from her and was laughing slightly as he gave her a playful warning gesture with his finger. Feeling a little stupid at my overreaction, I slowly sat back down into my seat as he slipped around the boisterous woman.
Mom and Ashley stood to greet him and I tensed again; more people were about to touch him. With a dazzling smile and apologies for being late, he gave my mom an oh-so-brief hug before engulfing Ashley in a long bear hug. Mom accepted her brief hug and smiled widely at his show of affection for Ashley. Teren had a natural kinship with the disfigured woman and their connection was a deep one. Ash also knew that he had died, so he could touch her for as long as he wanted…within reason, of course.
I relaxed as everybody broke apart and started to sit back down. So much for my silent promise to not worry so much about him. Oh well, tomorrow is always another shot. Ash shifted to sit with Mom and Teren sat by my side, leaning close to kiss my cheek and whisper his agreement to my silent goal. “Stop stressing…it’s not good for the babies.”
I bit my lip and giggled, reflexively putting a hand on my stomach. He laughed with me and grabbed my free hand, interlacing our fingers. I heard Mom sigh and I looked across the table at her. “You two are so…” she sighed again and lightly shook her head. “True love….it’s so nice to see. It reminds me of my own.”
I swallowed after she said that and looked down. She meant her and my dad. Even though he had been gone for years, over ten of them, she still considered herself married to him. She even still wore the wedding ring. I’d already given up on trying to convince her that Dad would be fine if she moved on. She just wasn’t interested.
Teren squeezed my hand while Mom asked him if he was hungry. I looked up at him as he shook his head and met eyes with my mom. “No, thank you. I slurped down a quick meal earlier.” He grinned crookedly after he said that and flashed a quick glance at Ashley. She giggled a little into her hand. Mom shrugged and let it go, not understanding what he really meant by that.
I shook my head and discreetly rolled my eyes. We settled into small talk, with Mom asking him even more questions about the ranch, and I started to get a little antsy. I didn’t want to make small talk about ranch life, now that he was here. I wanted to tell them. I wanted to finally let everyone know we were engaged and getting married within a month.
Teren, maybe super sensing my growing irritability, shifted the conversation for me. Placing our laced hands on the table and looking at me adoringly, he calmly said, “Since we’re all together again, Emma and I have some news.”
I glanced at my mom and sister, who both looked equally confused and intrigued, and cleared my throat. Teren didn’t expand on his sentence, only tenderly stroked the back of my hand with his thumb and continued to gaze at me lovingly, letting me break the news to my family. Mom and Ash shifted their gazes to me accordingly. “Well,” I looked at each one, savoring the moment and feeling tears well up as I did. “Teren and I are getting married,” I whispered.
My mom practically erupted in her joy. Her hands reached out for me and she engulfed me in as much of a hug as she could across the table. My sister clenched Teren’s arm and told us both congratulations. My mother’s theatrics got the attention of Debby and she sauntered back to see what the fuss was about. With tears dripping down her cheeks, Mom told her that I was getting married. The way she put it, Teren was almost inconsequential – it was her daughter’s wedding - and I couldn’t help but grin at Mom’s happiness.
Debby smiled, a little halfheartedly if you asked me, and congratulated us. Offering a round of wine on the house, I politely, but firmly told her no. Joking around, she muttered, “What? You pregnant, honey.”
I bit my lip and felt my cheeks go bright red. I started shaking my head no, trying to laugh off the question, but I hadn’t been expecting someone to ask that just now and I was a little thrown. Teren squeezed my hand and looked at me curiously, maybe wondering if I wanted this bit shared or not. I looked back at him, not sure what I wanted either.
Finally, Mom broke the building tension. “Oh my god, you are!” I looked back at her, denial ready on my lips, but tears had started streaming down my cheeks and a huge smile had broken out on my face. I heard Ashley gasp beside her and Teren started to lightly chuckle. I hadn’t even really had a chance to refute the accusation yet.
Sputtering on any sort of coherent refusal, I ended up sighing and saying, “That’s not why we’re getting married.” My mom brought her hands to her face and Ashley’s mouth dropped wide open. Both of their eyes dropped to where my stomach was hidden under the table and I started chuckling. Debby congratulated us again and went off in search of some sparkling cider to celebrate.
Mom and Ash were still dazed when she left. I cocked an eyebrow at their odd, silent reactions. “Mom? You…okay?” I asked slowly. I always thought Mom would be a little shocked, but okay with it. Her silence was starting to unnerve me.
Finally she dropped her hands and stood up. “Get over here, I need to hug you.”
Ashley came out of her startlement and stood up, crying now as well. Teren got out of the women’s way, a small smile on his face as he stepped back from the table, and my sister attacked me when I stood up. “I can’t believe you made it in time,” she whispered in my ear. I nodded into her shoulder, disbelieving it as well. A sob escaped me when she rubbed my back and said, “I’m so happy for you, Emma.”
I could only tearfully nod again as she pulled away, and then Mom was engulfing me. I had to take a step back at the ferociousness of it. She started sobbing lightly and I laughed as I held her. “Mom, really, it’s okay.”
She pulled back and cupped my cheeks. “I know, dear. I’m just so happy for you, the both of you.” Her eyes flicked over to Teren and then back to mine. A huge grin broke across her face. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandma!”
She hugged me while Ashley gave Teren another hug and then she let me go, to hug him as well. This hug was not a brief one, as Teren firmly and warmly, wrapped his arms around my mom. When she pulled back, she muttered, “Wow, you are cold,” as she wiped her eyes. Then her focus was on me again and she didn’t mention it again. Teren raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed that he was right, once again; no one was suspicious about his temperature.
Debby found some cider and gave us each a glass. Taking one for herself, we all toasted Teren’s and my new life together. I watched Teren secretly, as he faked taking a sip and then discretely poured some of his drink into a pot behind him. I smiled into my glass at his deception.
“So you two crazy lovebirds, when’s the wedding?” Debby asked as she finished her glass.
I took the last sip of mine and shrugged. “December 19th.”
Every female head in our congratulatory circle twisted to stare at me. “What?” They all said together.
I looked at each one, not sure why they all looked more shocked now than when I’d admitted I was pregnant. “What?” I asked cautiously.
They all looked at each other briefly and then Debby responded for the group. “You cannot plan a decent wedding in a month. Trust me on that.” Debby had been married a couple times, so I suppose she would know things like that.
I smiled and shook my head, thinking that the majority of the details were probably already being handled by Teren’s super-efficient family, a family that also had impeccable taste and would lavish me in a fairytale wedding that would outdo whatever I’d come up with. “It’s fine.” I looked across at Teren and stretched out my hand for him, which he took with a smile. “Besides, we have a lot of help anyway.” I shrugged. “I’ll practically only need to show up.”
Before Debby could respond to that, my sister gave me a sly grin and added, “Yeah, and she wouldn’t want to be all huge at her wedding anyway, so quicker probably is better.”
Teren laughed at that and my hand snaked out to smack my sister’s arm. “Thanks, Ash.” She grinned and laughed and then hugged me again.
After sitting back down and talking about the wedding details and then the baby details and then more wedding details, I was finally yawning and exhausted, ready for bed. Teren put his arm around me as we all made our way out of the café. I smiled and nestled into his side as we followed Mom to her car to get his beloved pooch.
We found Spike with his head out the window, panting merrily. The collie’s entire body started vibrating with happiness when he saw Teren. Mom reluctantly opened the door and Teren clapped his hands once and squatted to Spike’s level, calling his name. Spike dashed over to him…and then stopped. My heart started surging as I considered that Teren’s temperature may not give him away, but his dog might. Collies were smart, and Spike could clearly tell that something was off about his owner. I wasn’t entirely sure what he would do, but I pictured him biting Teren, leaving him with a vicious wound that my mom would want to inspect. I then imagined that wound healing right before her eyes. That…would not be good.
Teren frowned as Spike stood a couple paces from him, sniffing the air and holding his shaggy body absolutely still. Mom started to walk towards the dog, but Ash held her hand out, stopping her. I wasn’t sure, but Spike didn’t look too friendly at the moment and he may lash out at her by mistake if she spooked him. And right now, all of his attention was on trying to piece together the new oddness of his master.
Teren dropped to his knees and patted them, calling to Spike in a soothing voice. He looked a little worried, like maybe he’d lost his favorite pet. With obvious caution in his body, Spike leaned in with his nose, his foot slowly following. He did it a couple more times while Teren’s encouragement picked up pace. Eventually he got close enough for Teren to lightly touch him. He flinched away from the contact for a second, and then his nose practically inhaled Teren’s hand. After a moment or two, he gave him a soft lick, and then seemed to relax and leaned his slightly shaking body into Teren’s. Teren wrapped him in a big hug, scuffing up his shaggy fur, his face elated that his pup hadn’t rejected him. Spike in turn, had decided to give Teren a mini bath and was licking him profusely. I laughed at the sight of a boy and his dog.
When everything with Spike seemed back to normal, Mom came up and stroked the slight curve of his tail. “Wow, I thought he was going to bite you for a second there.”
Teren’s face twitched, just fractionally, and then he pulled it into an effortless smile. “Yeah, I know.” Standing and scratching a joyous Spike’s back he added, “It’s like he’s forgotten me already. He must really like you. Thank you for watching him for me.”
Mom nodded, tears in her eyes as she gave Spike a last quick hug, and I shook my head, knowing that visits with Mom from now on would be as much about seeing Spike as it was seeing us. We waved to Mom and Ash as they took off together and then we piled Spike into Teren’s car and planned to part ways.
He frowned at me as I opened the door to my bug. “You are coming over, right?”
I grinned and gave him a soft kiss. Glancing over at where Spike was barking at Teren in his closed up car, I playfully said, “Well, I’m not sure. I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything between you two.”
Teren rolled his eyes and slung his arms around my waist. “You preempt the dog…although he will probably want to sleep between us tonight.”
He laughed and I bit my lip, watching his handsome, stubbly face in the orangish glow of the parking lot lights. The glow of his eyes was muted to near nothingness in the refracted light around us, but I could see it, or at least, I imagined I could see it. I pictured seeing it in its full glory in his dark bedroom and bit my lip harder.
I leaned up to kiss him again. “Yes, I just need to run home and grab some stuff.” I pulled away and gave him a serious expression. “We really should get me moved in soon.”
He smiled cockily at me and winked. “I could get you moved in, in a couple of hours.” He leaned in to whisper into my ear, his cool breath sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m really fast.”
I giggled and released myself from his grasp. “True.” I let my eyes roam down his body, a little seductively, and I could see that he’d stopped faking his breathing by the time I reached his eyes again. “But you do know how to take your time too.” My voice was intentionally husky when I said that and his mouth dropped open a little. Inwardly, I smiled that I could still do that to him. Outwardly, I bit my lip again and kept up the foreplay.
He took a step towards me, looking like he wanted to take me right here in the parking lot, and although it wouldn’t be our first time having sex in a sort of public place, I was more in the mood for a nice, big private bed. I put a hand on his chest and stopped him, then quickly dropped down into my seat. He frowned and leaned on my door frame. “So, you’ll be quick?” he asked, a little impatiently. I nodded and pulled on my door to close it. He stopped me at the last moment, cracking open the door. “And you’ll…keep on what you’re wearing now?”
His lips curled into a devilish smile and I shook my head at how darn attractive he was. I also gave him a devilish smile right back as I pictured his delight in seeing me in the underwear he’d picked out this morning. “Oh, yes.” I tilted my head and leaned forward, he leaned in as well. “Although, I may come back with a little less on than before.”
I wiggled a piece of my shirt and his eyes darted down to my body. “And you say I don’t play fair,” he muttered. I laughed and successfully managed to close my door.
Once I got home, I packed the largest bag that I could pack quickly and trudged it back to my car in record time. When I showed up at his door a half hour later, I surprised him by doing what I said I’d do. While he blurred my bag away to his room, I slipped my coat off and hung it up in his entryway closet. When he blurred back down, he nearly fell over (which made me happier than I should probably admit), and openly stared at my body, only clothed in black high heels and the racy little red number that he’d picked out that morning. His eyes drifted from my breasts to my heels and then locked onto the garter belts. They stayed there for a total of 5 seconds, and then he snatched me up and blurred me away to that monstrously comfortable bed.
To Be Continued on Next Chapter…..
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CHAPTER 4
Now that the cat was out of the bag and my family knew, both about the upcoming wedding and the upcoming baby, the planning process began in earnest. Mom wanted to help out, so I put her in touch with Alanna, and the two of them started making plans for flowers and music and food. I smiled at them bonding over such a happy event, and tried not to worry about my mom meeting Teren’s family. It would be fine. Both sides were filled with good people, and they would surely get along, despite their differences.
The only thing that had started to bother me was the guest list. It kept getting bigger and bigger. I nearly fought with mom over wanting to keep it just immediate friends and family, but she swore that she’d promised such and such a cousin that they could come to my wedding, since we’d gone to theirs and after a dozen or so incidents like that, the guest list had grown to nearly a hundred. That thought started giving me panic attacks. The more people that came to the ranch, the greater the risk of exposure. Alanna and Teren kept assuring me that it was fine, that the bulk would only be coming out Saturday evening, for the actual ceremony, and then leaving. But it still made me unnaturally nervous.
So much so, that I’d started considering changing the location. But, have you ever tried to reserve a spot with only a couple weeks notice? Yeah, it’s surprisingly difficult, even in December. After a dozen or so phone calls, and Teren complaining that I’d hurt his mom’s feelings, I gave up. It would just have to be at the ranch and I’d have to find a way to relax. Teren reminding me that Halina could do mind wipes, if needed, helped a bit with that.
When the wedding planning looked on track, my mother shifted to baby planning. She bugged me about getting in to see a doctor, insisting that prenatal care was vital, and I should have gone in as soon as I’d suspected. I sighed and told her everything was fine and I didn’t need to go, but she gave me the ‘this is my grandchild and you will go’ face and I’d finally told her I would make an appointment as soon as I could.
Honestly, I wanted to make sure they were okay too, I just didn’t feel right about nurses and doctors poking and prodding my body. Teren assured me that it was fine, that as long as they didn’t directly test the embryos, everything would look normal to humans, as my blood had no trace of vampirism in it. I bit my lip, but conceded to the expert and made an appointment. I really was looking forward to hearing the heartbeats like Teren could. Plus, I could finally tell everyone that we were expecting twins. I couldn’t exactly spill that fact without seeing a doctor first. I couldn’t exactly tell everyone – ’How do I know? Oh, well, Teren can hear the different heartbeats.’
Teren came with me on that first visit and held my hand. We did get to hear the heartbeats, and of course, I cried. Teren smiled at hearing what he could sometimes hear anyway, clearly happy that my senses could experience it now too. Then, the doctor surprised us both by doing an ultrasound. Even though I was only a couple of months along and the babies were only about the size of kumquats (or so the doctor told me), they had a machine that could take a look-see from the inside. It was cold (but then, I was used to that) and slightly uncomfortable, but when that image popped up on the screen…it was beyond any feeling I’d ever had before.
I twisted my head to look over at Teren, whose eyes were glued to the black and white monitor, his mouth dropped open in awe. The doctor pointed out a section of the grayness that was moving, fast and fluttery – a heartbeat. I knew Teren could still hear the heartbeat in the near silent room and I knew his mind was connecting the sound to the image. His very faintly glowing eyes started to water as he watched the screen. Then the doctor twisted the device and confirmed what Teren already knew, that there was indeed a second heartbeat. We acted surprised, which wasn’t hard for me, since I was a blubbering mess anyway. Then that miraculous doctor measured something on the screen and told us I was around 10 weeks along, putting my conception date in October, right around the time of our abduction, and my due date near the end of June. He also told me that everything looked normal. I cried again after hearing that. Not that I’d been worried something wasn’t normal (aside from a little nausea and maybe some more tender than usual breasts, I did feel fine) but hearing a trained professional say that is wondrously calming.
As we left, I immediately called my mom to tell her the news, and to tell her that she was right, going to the doctor had been one of the best ideas she ever had.
Trying to not let ourselves get overwhelmed by all the newness in our lives, not too much later we resumed our weekly get-togethers with Tracey and Hot Ben, so nicknamed because he was Abercrombie and Fitch model gorgeous. He was surprisingly sweet though, and definitely a good match for Tracey. I was still nervous about it, the first time we were all slated to meet up. Maybe the flood of hormones was making me an unnaturally strong worrywart?
“Are you sure about this, Teren?” I flopped down on his bed - our bed, as we’d officially moved in all my stuff last weekend - and stretched out on the covers.
He glanced back at me, his bare back invitingly sexy as he rummaged in his drawers for a casual shirt. I smiled at his new dresser set. Since all of my clothes had pretty much taken up his massive walk-in closet, we’d had to go buy him some new furniture. He smiled at my smile and tossed back, “Sure about what?” before continuing with his quest.
I sighed and flopped over to my stomach, lightly banging my feet together as I rested my head in my hands. “Hanging out with Tracey and Ben. I mean, you’re only a couple months old, isn’t it a little early to be social.”
Finding a shirt, he straightened and gave me a wry look. “I’m not an infant. It will be fine.” He slipped the shirt over his body, hiding that magnificence from me and I sighed again. Flattening it out over his chest, he added, “Besides, we’re not going out to dinner…it’s just a movie.” He shrugged and then walked over to sit on the bed.
I stretched out one hand to him and he grabbed it. I brought the back of his hand to my cheek and sighed as his cool skin gave me a momentary shiver. “Yeah, I know…but still.”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Remember about that stressing thing…it will be fine.” He pulled back and smiled widely. “And, we have something important to ask them, remember?” He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow and I smiled. We hadn’t told them about the wedding, or the babies. We’d wanted to wait until we could get them together and ask them to stand up there with us.
I rolled over to my side, bringing the back of his hand to my heart. He smiled wider and I imagined he could probably feel my heartbeat through his sensitive skin. “I know, it will be great. I guess I’m just nervous about the hugging and congratulating part.”
He smirked at me. “It’s not like I’ll be running my hand up Tracey’s shirt, she’ll barely notice.”
I smacked his arm and he laughed. “You better not.” I smirked as well and then a thought struck me. I grabbed his hand on my chest with both of mine and started rubbing the dead skin vigorously.
He tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “What are you doing?”
